Fruits of Culture Part 17

TaNYA. Frisk is barking; it's hungry. And she's scolding you. "How cruel he is," she says. "He's no feeling," she says. "It's long past Frisk's dinner-time, and he has not brought her food!" [Laughs].

JACOB [rises to go] Oh, she's cross? What's going to happen now, I wonder?

SERVANTS' COOK. Here, take the cabbage with you.

JACOB. All right, give it here. [Takes basin, and exit].

FIRST PEASANT. Who is going to dine now?

TaNYA. Why, the dog! It's her dog. [Sits down and takes up the tea-pot]

Is there any more tea? I've brought some. [Puts fresh tea into the tea-pot.]

FIRST PEASANT. Dinner for a dog?

TaNYA. Yes, of course! They prepare a special cutlet for her; it must not be too fat. And I do the was.h.i.+ng--the dog's was.h.i.+ng, I mean.

THIRD PEASANT. Oh Lord!

TaNYA. It's like that gentleman who had a funeral for his dog.

SECOND PEASANT. What's that?

TaNYA. Why, some one told me he had a dog--I mean the gentleman had a dog. And it died. It was winter, and he went in his sledge to bury that dog. Well, he buried it, and on the way home he sits and cries--the gentleman does. Well, there was such a bitter frost that the coachman's nose keeps running, and he has to keep wiping it. Let me fill your cup!

[Fills it] So he keeps wiping his nose, and the gentleman sees it, and says, "What are you crying about?" And the coachman, he says, "Why, sir, how can I help it; is there another dog like him?" [Laughs].

SECOND PEASANT. And I daresay he thinks to himself, "If your own self was to kick the bucket I'd not cry." [Laughs].

DISCHARGED COOK [from up on the oven] That is true; that's right!

TaNYA. Well, the gentleman, he gets home and goes straight to his lady: "What a good-hearted man our coachman is; he was crying all the way home about poor Dash. Have him called.... Here, drink this gla.s.s of vodka,"

he says, "and here's a rouble as a reward for you." That's just like her saying Jacob has no feelings for her dog! [The Peasants laugh].

FIRST PEASANT. That's the style!

SECOND PEASANT. That was a go!

THIRD PEASANT. Ay, la.s.sie, but you've set us a-laughing!

TaNYA [pouring out more tea] Have some more! Yes, it only seems that our life is pleasant; but sometimes it is very disgusting,--clearing up all their messes! Faugh! It's better in the country. [Peasants turn their cups upside-down, as a polite sign that they have had enough. Tanya pours out more tea] Have some more, Efim Antonitch. I'll fill your cup, Mitry Vlasitch.

THIRD PEASANT. All right, fill it, fill it.

FIRST PEASANT. Well, dear, and what progression is our business making?

TaNYA. It's getting on ...

[Ill.u.s.tration: FRUITS OF CULTURE. ACT II.

FIRST PEASANT. Well, dear, and what progression is our business making?

TaNYA. It's getting on ...]

FIRST PEASANT. Simon told us ...

TaNYA [quickly] Did he?

SECOND PEASANT. But he could not make us understand.

TaNYA. I can't tell you now, but I'm doing my best--all I can! And I've got your paper here! [Shows the paper hidden under the bib of her ap.r.o.n]

If only one thing succeeds.... [Shrieks] Oh, how nice it would be!

SECOND PEASANT. Don't lose that paper, mind. It has cost money.

TaNYA. Never fear. You only want him to sign it? Is that all?

THIRD PEASANT. Why, what else? Let's say he's signed it, and it's done!

[Turns his cup upside-down] I've had enough.

TaNYA [aside] He'll sign it; you'll see he will... Have some more.

[Pours out tea].

FIRST PEASANT. If only you get this business about the sale of the land settled, the Commune would pay your marriage expenses. [Refuses the tea].

TaNYA [pouring out tea] Do have another cup.

THIRD PEASANT. You get it done, and we'll arrange your marriage, and I myself, let's say, will dance at the wedding. Though I've never danced in all my born days, I'll dance then!

TaNYA [laughing] All right, I'll be in hopes of it. [Silence].

SECOND PEASANT [examines Tanya] That's all very well, but you're not fit for peasant work.

TaNYA. Who? I? Why, don't you think me strong enough? You should see me lacing up my mistress. There's many a peasant couldn't tug as hard.

SECOND PEASANT. Where do you tug her to?

TaNYA. Well, there's a thing made with bone, like--something like a stiff jacket, only up to here! Well, and I pull the strings just as when you saddle a horse--when you ... what d'ye call it? You know, when you spit on your hands!

SECOND PEASANT. Tighten the girths, you mean.

TaNYA. Yes, yes, that's it. And you know I mustn't shove against her with my knee. [Laughs].

SECOND PEASANT. Why do you pull her in?

TaNYA. For a reason!

SECOND PEASANT. Why, is she doing penance?

TaNYA. No, it's for beauty's sake!